Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.